We who live our lives

Life is a spontaneous art of happening. Why do things happen the way they do, and why do events always seem to connect with other totally separate things? I think that life is just that, life. When you live life, you live a life. This life connects with others who also live lives. We all live lives together. I think that this sense of community, then is what the human race is all about. We are creatures of nature, of God, and we somehow have developed the tendency to interact with others of our kind. In fact, we need to interact to continue on.
What defines “our kind“? What defines your kind? Why is it that we associate the way we do, and why do we live on common interests? It is just a rule of survival, or a thought process restriction? Why do we create mental roadblocks for ourselves?

Are we born with the restriction that we place on ourselves, or do we develop habits, and paradigms that close the world over us? Is this why we cannot be perfect? Perhaps we lost our “grace” in the beginning then. We destroy opportunities to mutually benefit all before we even decide to do so. I need to work on idea transition.

Life is an art. You are the painter. Or, if you believe in destiny, then life is an painting that someone else has painted, and you are a character in the painting. Regardless, life it just that: life is a collection of memories, a collection of experiences, a collection of things to come, a collection of things past. Life is just what it is- life.